"Brother, let's carry it back now and come back tomorrow morning?" The leader of the coffin bearers asked Fu Jun who was standing there in a daze.
Things have come to this point, and Fu Jun is unwilling to give up.
"Now that it's out, there's no turning back. Let's carry it to the grave first, and then cover it up tomorrow morning when the time comes. Besides, it's a different era now, and I don't believe these stories."
It would be fine if Fu Jun kept these words in his heart, but if he said them out loud, he would only anger everyone.
These old men and women came from an era of believing in fate, and these customs are ingrained in their bones. How could they allow Fu Jun to despise and trample on the things they worship?
Before Xiaomei's sister could step forward to stop them, the elderly men and women in the village came forward to talk.
"Fu Jun, what you said is wrong. Although this is your family's business, this custom was passed down by our ancestors. How can you mess it up like this? If everyone follows your example, wouldn't it be a complete mess?"
When Fu Jun heard this, he became angry.
Are you really meddling in other people's business? I don't know how I've bothered you. You don't eat much, but you're meddling in a lot of other people's business. You really have a long way to go.
"Uncle Wang, if you won't let me carry it up the mountain, I certainly won't be happy about carrying it back! Isn't it obvious that this will bring bad luck back home? How about I carry it to your place and keep it there for the night?"
Fu Jun didn't want to suffer in silence, so he responded sharply to the old man.
When the old man heard this, he staggered back a few steps in fear, waving his hands repeatedly, "How can this be? This is your wife, what's the point of her staying at my house? I—I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."
The old man realized that he was in trouble and quickly ran away.
The others didn't say anything more. After all, no one wanted to have a corpse parked in their home.
"Come on, listen to me and carry it up the mountain." Fu Jun then ordered the coffin bearers to continue moving forward.
"No, you can't go. Didn't we tell you to wait for the police to arrive? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Xiaomei's sister shouted sternly, spreading her arms to block the coffin.
"Let's go, don't worry about her." Fu Jun said as he pulled Xiaomei's sister away.
"Let me go. You don't have to leave. You colluded with him. Are you afraid of retribution? Aren't you afraid that my sister's ghost will come looking for you?"
Xiaomei's words chilled the pallbearers' hearts. They hesitated and did not move forward.
"I know we're outsiders, and you're all unwilling to speak up for me, but for the sake of the deceased, please help me and wait for the police to get to the bottom of this. That way, my sister can die in peace, and the living can feel free of guilt! I beg you, uncles and aunts."
She pleaded bitterly, thinking the problem had been solved, but she hadn't expected Fu Jun to take advantage of her. He easily changed the subject by mentioning the time, and now he wanted to carry the coffin away with a legitimate reason.
She brought out the key point of the problem again, and the villagers finally came to their senses.
"Fu Jun! Didn't you just say that you would not stop the investigation of the truth behind your wife's death? How come you forgot it in the blink of an eye?" The kind-hearted old man finally stood up and spoke for Xiaomei.
"this--"
"Let's put it this way! Anyway, it's not time yet. Just wait for the police to come and examine the body. Once everything is clear, it won't be too late to carry it up the mountain."
"I-this--" Fu Jun stammered, not knowing how to respond.
"Yeah! There's no rush to reincarnate, just wait!"
"Yes, wait."
"Go get some benches and wait for the police to arrive!"
"Zhuang Furong, you too, you're already old and you don't even care about your Fu Jun. Hurry up and get some benches over here so as not to crush these coffin bearers."
…
Everyone was talking at the same time, not giving Fu Jun any chance to refute or interrupt.
Fu Jun's mother, or Zhuang Furong as they called her, was an honest and decent person. How could she tolerate such resistance from everyone?
She sighed and squeezed out of the crowd, then went back to her own yard.
Fu Jun could only place his hope on the coffin bearers. Xiao Shenghuo whispered to them, asking them not to worry about these things and just carry the coffin up the mountain.
But these coffin bearers were also normal people. How could they not see the trick? Of course, they didn't want to become the target of public criticism. So, they stopped complying with Fu Jun's wishes and decided to follow everyone's wishes and wait for the police to arrive.
Wu Ju went up to persuade Zhuang Furong not to do anything stupid, but she refused to listen and still moved a stool over.
And so, the coffin stopped by the roadside.
The coffin bearers stopped by the roadside to rest. No matter how Fu Jun tried to persuade them, they still said that they would wait until the police got to the bottom of the matter before they could carry the coffin with peace of mind. They also didn't want to become accomplices for no reason.
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